After a much anticipated weekend of ultimate, I can say that Bibione was one of the most enjoyable frisbee tournaments in which I have played. All of the players on the team could hold their own, which is unheard of in Spanish ultimate, and everyone was on the same page in terms of having fun, repping the USA and being outrageous. Let me run back some highlights.
We arrive in Bibione after a 2 hour plane ride and a 4 hour drive to the site of the rest of our team carrying casses of "Hell Bier" apparently exported from Hell itself. Great start to the weekend. We went to bed at a decent hour and woke up ready to kick some ass.
We had four games on Friday and won all four with minimal difficulty save a few minutes of the first game. We got straight into the American Spirit and started drawing tatoos on ourselves with sharpies. I elected to have two guns drawn on my abdomen looking like they were holstered into my beautifully short red shorts.
Friday night saw the rebirth of "Tales Never Fails" but this time everyone joined Jon and I in the fun and got really into it. Highlight of TNF part 2 were a collective effort in guessing 12 flips correctly (two of which were Jon who, of course, only guessed tails). I think there is a 1 in 4096 chance for this to happen which is pretty sweet. Another highlight of the night was Chris getting 9 in a row WRONG which is the exact equivalent of getting 9 in a row right which would have been awesome but was the opposite of what he actually accomplished. Another interesting part of the night was the discovery that I've never known the proper way to flip a coin and for my entire life have been flipping coins in an extremely difficult way. wooooops.
Saturday morning pitted us against the number 1 seed in the tournament, the Bavarian National Team. We were super pumped to play them due to a pregame speach by Dutch about the American work ethic which inspired some hilarious exclamations from Jon on sideline. Either way, we creamed some Bavarians (pun intended) and won 13 to 6. We had two somewhat difficult games against two other German teams but came out on top both times, effectively teaching all the Germans that history repeats itself and that you shouldn't mess with the US. These wins put us in the semifinals where we, again, had to play the Bavarians on Sunday morning.
Regardless, we had ourselves a good time on Saturday night. I was really sick all weekend so I offered to be DD for the night. This, however, required me to learn how to drive a stick. So after 30 minutes of training with Kyle, I was ready. My impecable sense of direction got us to the dinner and club but we were too early to go in. Soooooo we started playing this game that we learned from another team at the tournament. It involved german pornstar expressions such as "Scheizer en ma mund" and "up zuh poopah" and "nein" and "wunderbad" (spelling definitely phonetic). Myself, Chris, and Justin were all wearing cutoff jean dazie dukes to get the party rolling and when we tried to enter the club, the bouncers told Justin he wasnt allowed in but let both Chris and I pass. So Justin stayed outside until we could find a pair of pants.
When he joined us, we started the party off right by taking over the corner of the club that had the pole dancing pole and warmed that baby up. We pole danced for a few hours and left extremely contented.
We faced the Bavarians again Sunday morning. The outcome was the same but this time the game was much closer, allowing us to advance to play in the finals against a strong and athletic Dutch team. We played our asses off and came out on top, 13-9. Thus, a team of Americans who are average players in the states joined forces for one tournament and beat the shit out of Europe.
It is the first tournament I've won so it felt damn good. On top of it all, the group of people on the team were fantastic and hilarious. It's hard to put it all to words but, rest assured, Bibione was an awesome time.
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